Long Aotian, who is dressed as the tyrant, has a small hair

On the first day of official class, Gu Liang got up earlier than usual, so Wei Chen stopped waking him up, and went through the iron gate to have breakfast together before going to school together.

The school uniforms of noble schools are different. Wei Chen has never liked them very much. White shirts and cigarette pants make it difficult to move around in clothes. You have to change into sportswear during physical education class, which is too troublesome.

However, he felt that it was not suitable for him, but it was quite suitable for Gu Liang.

The high school uniform is more refined and beautiful than the junior high school uniform, with everyone's name on the inside of the collar, a sapphire brooch on the tie, and other treatments on the hem of the clothes.

Gu Liang put on the straight dress and buttoned the sleeves to the top, which just covered the slightly protruding Adam's apple, restraining and lusting at the same time.

He looks more and more like a future overlord.

Wei Chen couldn't help pinching his expressionless face, the soft and smooth touch made people reluctant to let go.

"A Liang, why don't you tie your tie?"

That hand went to pull the black cloth hanging around his neck again, Gu Liang followed his strength and leaned over. Seeing that the cold white and skinny hand matched the black, his weakness was pinpointed.

"Ok?"

Wei Chen drooped his eyes, quickly and skillfully tied a Windsor knot with his ten fingers, and then smoothed the collar, his fingertips paused slightly when they touched the name embroidered on the inside.

When it was staggered and retracted, it accidentally touched the young man's fragile Adam's apple.

"Well……"

Gu Liang bounced away like a cat that exploded.

The sleepy look on his face was replaced by surprise, and he became sober in an instant.

His skin is thin, and the blood vessels are clearly visible when you look closely, not to mention that it directly hits a sensitive point, which feels extremely weird.

"Sorry." Wei Chen really didn't expect him to have such a big reaction, "Your throat feels uncomfortable?"

This was all he could think of, but the touch just now didn't show that there was anything wrong with Gu Liang's body.

Sure enough, Gu Liang shook his head and explained slowly: "Your fingertips are too cold, it's freezing to me."

"I don't feel it." Wei Chen twirled his fingertips, it was clearly normal temperature.

But Gu Liang didn't answer any more, so he just passed this article on.

Almost at the school, Wei Chen still asked the driver to drop them off at another street not far from the school.

He hooked Gu Liang's shoulder and tilted his head jokingly.

"I don't have time for morning exercises when I'm in high school. Will you accompany me on this walk in the future as compensation?"

Gu Liang was still very sleepy, he was not out of breath when he got up, and his voice was tired and deep.

"It's not that I made you have no time for morning exercises."

There was no impatience in his tone, Wei Chen thought it meant he agreed.

His whole body seemed to be boneless, hanging on Gu Liang's neck, he unbuttoned two buttons that were well buttoned, and felt that his breathing became much easier.

Half-truth and half-false vomit: "I'm not like you, I can maintain a good figure without exercising."

"Who said I didn't..." Gu Liang suddenly fell silent.

But Wei Chen reacted quickly, "You actually practiced behind my back?"

This guy is bragging that he can get eight-pack abs just by sleeping, a talented player.

Wei Chen felt that he had the aura of a protagonist, so he really believed it.

Gu Liang felt that there was no need for him to feel guilty, so he raised his eyebrows, "What do you mean by carrying it on your back, I practice openly at home every day."

"But you clearly said..."

From the alley closest to them, there was a faint cry of pain, as well as a dull sound, like a stick falling on a human body.

"Hush." ​​Gu Liang covered Wei Chen's mouth and whispered, "We'll argue later."

Wei Chen blinked, his eyes conveyed information, Gu Liang understood it, and then let go of his hand.

He frowned, walked lightly into the alley, his thin back disappeared into the shadows.

Wei Chen followed closely, waiting for his young master to act chivalrously and blow a wave of rainbow farts, the main thing is to sit beside him.

The alley is fairly clean, it looks like it is cleaned every day.The further you go in, the louder the sound will be, and the sound of the blow will become heavier every time.

They heard a man breathing heavily, suddenly let out a harsh "Pooh", and lowered his voice rationally, but cursed viciously.

"You bitch/mother/bringer!"

"Now I don't want to recognize your father, just like your bitch/mother, who runs after others when they see money, like a pug."

"Your father won't give you thousands of dollars now. I used to support you for nothing, you white-eyed wolf!"

Gu Liang turned his head to look at Wei Chen. The latter handed over his schoolbag consciously, and stood a little further away holding Gu Liang's schoolbag.

Gu Liang weighed it, and it was quite convenient, so he smashed it with all his might.

There were several homework books in the schoolbag, which were somewhat heavy, and it directly knocked the man on the head, causing nosebleeds to fly out.

When he got closer, he saw the man with fat head and big ears, who looked uglier than a warthog. Gu Liang felt a wave of disgust in his heart, and sighed inwardly.

At this time, Wei Chen also saw clearly, and found that the boy who was pushed to the ground with bruised nose and swollen eyes looked familiar. After a little recollection, he remembered that he was the one he almost bumped into when he was reporting at the beginning of school two days ago.

The one who developed liver cancer at a young age.

It is said that doctors are benevolent, but Wei Chen didn't have any superfluous compassion, and gave all his positive emotions to his family.

He just stood behind Gu Liang, silent.

In response to an old saying, it's none of your business, just keep it high.

The man came back to his senses, and when he saw the school uniform Gu Liang was wearing, he showed fear again, but he still warned, "Boy, don't meddle in other people's business."

"Hey." Gu Liang laughed, "You really eat radish and don't worry about it, why don't you mind my own business?"

Wei Chen bent his lips in the shadow and almost laughed out loud.

Gu Liang unbuttoned his cuffs, rolled them up slowly, and looked like he was about to fight, "I'm going to take care of it now, what can you do with me?"

The boy on the ground lowered his head, making it hard to see his expression. His head was broken, and the blood dripped into the dust. It looked like a horror movie.

Gu Liang glanced at Wei Chen, Wei Chen pretended to be blind and couldn't see.

He refused to help.

Gu Liang was just obsessed with cleanliness and didn't like to be popular, so he stretched out his hand to pull him again.

All right, Wei Chen stepped forward to negotiate with the boy, took out the only medical supplies from the bag, and presented them with bandages.

Gu Liang began to size up the man.

"If you don't get out, do you want to fight with me, a 15-year-old high school student?"

He said this on purpose because he wanted to fight. Recently, he always felt that he was in a bad mood, and the sandbags at home could no longer satisfy his excessive energy.

The man looked behind him vigilantly, refusing to move for a long time.

However, Gu Liang couldn't wait, he would be late if he waited any longer.

The tone was already impatient to the extreme, with arrogance and arrogance, "No one is following, can we 1V1 solo, uncle, you are so old, you deserve to be called someone else's father by your wife and green son, now And being blocked in the alley by a handsome male high school student is really embarrassing to your dead ancestor."

If you want to ask who you learned this set of words from, you can refer to Lu Faxiao.

Sure enough, the man opposite was so angry that his face flushed, he roared angrily, and rushed over with his fists waving.

His posture is that he is willing to give up only if he wants to die.

"Idiot, how can you put your head in front of someone when you hit someone?" Gu Liang sneered, and kicked someone's face with his foot.

Continue to verbally attack: "You give away the head? You don't even bring such food when you play games."